Page 25 of The Rich One

I smile, this time with sincerity written all over it.

As I step down toward the car, Aaron is there opening the door for me. Tall and military-like with his crew cut and steel spine, he’s always been a quiet force. Not much of a talker but his watchful eyes have always intrigued me.

“Thank you, Aaron.” I smile, grateful for his treatment of me even though he’s in the know. I’ve never once felt judged, but I suppose he knows his boss’s needs are unorthodox.

It’s when I look inside the car that I gasp.

Sitting there, oozing sex and power, is none other than Tyler fucking Walker, watching me intently as one bare leg steps in. I shiver at the way his gaze travels up from my ankle to my calf and zeroes in between my thighs, making me instantly wet.

He looks like an urban king as he sits, legs spread, head low, eyes raised and filled with lust, with a rocks glass hanging from two nimble fingers.

“Tyler, I wasn’t expecting you.” My voice is breathy, surprise clear in the hitch of my last word.

“It was a last-minute decision,” he leans forward, his free hand outstretched for me to take. As soon as I’m inside, Aaron closes the door, and Tyler gently pulls me to him until I’m straddling his suit-covered thighs, my skirt bunched at my waist. “Hmm, and it was the right one to make.”

Taking a sip from his glass, he places it in the cup holder before dipping two of his fingers inside the dark honey-colored liquid.

Holy shit, I know how much that whiskey costs but he couldn’t give a damn.

Those same two fingers come up to my mouth and, like he’s coating them in lipstick, he circles my top then bottom lip before taking me into a hot, deep kiss that makes my toes curl and my core clench with need.

“I’ve thought about this for days. You made me wait.” His mouth is back on mine as his hand squeezes around the red-haired wig and pulls me in for a deeper, more intense kiss. He takes his time, licking up and down, sucking on my tongue, biting my bottom lip. He’s hungry and it has nothing to do with food. “Nobody makes me wait. Yet, here I am, in this fucking car because when it comes to you, I apparently have no patience.”

As he speaks, I can feel his cock growing harder and harder behind his zipper. The thought that I can make this larger-than-life man drop his billion-dollar meetings for a moment inside me is quite heady. A girl could get used to this kind of undivided attention.

Already he’s making my wallowing week disappear, if only for an hour. Or a night. That said, I need to be careful. He’s not my knight nor is he my savior.

He’s my client. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I guess I better make it up to you, then?”

“Take my cock out.” His voice has hardened, his words leaving no room for denial.

Not that I would deny him. He calls the shots. Always. It’s in the contract.

Reaching down, I deftly unbutton and pull down the zipper, watching as his hard dick springs free.

Commando. Not surprising, really.

Looking back at him, I wait for further instructions after checking that the partition between us and Aaron is locked and tinted.

He finishes off his command by handing me a square foil packet that I know he wants me to pull over his cock.

I love doing this. There’s a kind of thrill at being the one to sheathe a powerful man’s dick. Putting it in a cage, of sorts. Stopping it from proliferating.

The foil tears easily between my teeth, our eyes never wavering, our bodies grinding with only my panties to separate us.

“Don’t play, Rose. It’s been too long.”

Pinching the tip, I slide the rubber down and, as soon as it reaches his root, I pull my panties to the side and sink onto him.

We both moan at the hot feel of us. My pussy squeezes his cock as he takes my wrists and places them at the small of my back.

I hesitate, the memory of a week ago flashing in my mind’s eye. I try to push it away but Tyler feels my reluctance. It only lasts a half second but he didn’t become the most powerful man in Manhattan by ignoring his gut.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” We went from scolding hot to arctic cold in the lapse of one movement.

“No, no. It was a small cramp.” Fuck, I hope I’m a good liar.

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